yellow was my favorite color. it broke through my darkness along with orange, pink, and red, but it was yellow that shone the brightest. orange was too fiery. i think it only meant to warm me, but it whipped me through the flames and left me sprawling in its burns. pink was too sweet. it wanted to better my taste, but it drenched me in honey and left me gasping for air. red was too angry. it hid itself behind its passionate exterior, but fury melted the facade and made acquaintances with my skin. yellow was my favorite color. it kept its fire at a distance; just close enough to thaw. it managed its sugar; only spoonfuls when desired. it's passion was true; without an ounce of rage. yellow was my favorite color, but it left like the rest of them. in fact, it was the first to go. all that's left is orange, pink, and red. and soon, it will be dark again.